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After filling out the form, it was half an hour later, and the isolation room fell back into a dull boredom.
Playing cards, due to Lao Lin's previous promise and the warrior's advice, obviously couldn't be played.
And chatting and bragging, to be honest, in this stuffy furnace-like chamber, don't ntion chatting, even a tiny bit of fantasy can annoy a person for half a day.
Finally, the survivors had no choice but to choose the simplest way to pass the ti: sleep.
However, with seven people nestled in such an airtight environnt, even sleeping wasn't an easy thing to accomplish.
But fortunately, the survivors had just undergone a dual psychological and physical ordeal in the past few days, their exhaustion ultimately overca the harsh environnt.
Thunderous snores echoed in the isolation room, a symphony of ups and downs reverberating with the joint efforts of everyone.
The survivors were sleeping soundly, deeply, the continuous tension and fear had indeed tornted them considerably.
Ti flew by rapidly, the sky gradually turned dark, as the stars shifted, the bright moon climbed into the night sky.
When the warrior reappeared in the isolation room, the survivors who had slept for nearly several hours gradually woke up from their slumber.
"How are you feeling? Did everyone have a good rest?"
"Good! Yawn!" Wang Qiang who had just woken up, struggled to open his sleepy eyes, after yawning several tis, imdiately followed up with a question: "Are you bringing us food?"
His eyes glanced at the large pot the warrior was holding, Wang Qiang unconsciously swallowed, it was clear he was mostly hungry.
"Hey, Qiang, your habits are good, just awake and you're thinking about eating, really living like a pig!" Always sharp with a verbal jab, Wen Quanxin didn't miss the chance to tease, and his tily joke drew a burst of laughter from everyone.
Wang Qiang didn't bother to respond to him, just uninterestedly rolled his eyes at him, then eagerly reached his hand over, full of anticipation, to uncover the large pot the warrior had just put down.
But regrettably, when he approached to take a look, his initial excitent imdiately turned into uncontrollable disappointnt.
"No way, just... just this little bit?"
Looking uncertain, as he questioned, Wang Qiang scooped aggressively with the ladle in the pot a couple of tis, but the result was still...
"Thin soup with few grains of rice, I an brother, you guys wouldn't..."
Before Wang Qiang could finish talking nonsense, Lao Lin tily poked at his waist.
And upon seeing the face of the person gesturing, Wang Qiang promptly closed his mouth obediently and had a slightly awkward smile on his face.
The warrior seed used to this, he didn't show any sign of dislike, after bringing in the bowls and chopsticks from outside the door, he slowly explained to everyone: "I'm sorry, the base has been strictly rationing resources since a month ago. Although I'm not sure how you have been living outside, here you'd better quickly adapt to the supply of food."
Upon hearing this, A Cheng felt like a deflated balloon and dared to ask: "So, how many als like this thin gruel do we get a day?"
"Two als, one in the morning and one in the evening; of course, if you want to add als, it depends on your personal skills."
As he said this, the warrior pointed at the forms set aside by everyone: "Have you filled all those out?"
Lao Lin dared not delay, quickly extended his hand to fetch the stack of forms from behind, carefully stacked them up neatly, then solemnly handed them to the warrior.
The warrior carefully glanced at the contents of each form, mainly to confirm if all were fully filled out.
Once confird, he didn't have much to say, after briefly explaining the utensil handling matters, he left the isolation room without a backward glance.
Truly responding to the saying, coming and going swiftly.
Only, his swift departure left the survivors with great concern about their future life.
"I say brothers, I know my mouth is nasty, but there are so things I still have to say, you all look for yourselves..."
As he spoke, Wang Qiang picked up the ladle once again, repeated the process and scooped the thin water from the pot for another two tis, as the water dripped down, Wang Qiang seriously said: "With just this little thing, only two als a day, I don't know what you think, but I'm afraid that relying on this little thing to live, even if there are no zombie attacks, our bodies might just..."
"Ah~" With a powerless sigh, Wang Qiang didn't continue.
But the words he said undoubtedly stirred up a huge "storm" in the hearts of all survivors.
Especially Tang Xiaoquan, to be honest, this problem had been a concern of his all along.
Only after entering the gymnasium, witnessing the series of proper asures taken by the base, he gradually toned down these doubts.
Because in his view, the managent here at the base had the ability and conditions to handle this problem well.
However, at present, when such a shabby dinner was placed in front of him, the doubts that had previously been pushed to the back of his mind inevitably resurfaced in his mind.
Undoubtedly, to stand firm in the apocalypse, besides basic defense facilities, resource supply is an essential elent.
After all, no matter what you think or do in the apocalypse, a good physique is fundantal.
If even the fundantals are lost, then everything else becos aningless.
"This eating issue really needs to be resolved carefully! Otherwise..." Purposely lowering his voice, Lao Zhao leaned in and whispered: "Otherwise in the future if the stadium acts up, we won't even have the strength to run, then the trouble would be huge."
Everyone understood Lao Zhao's words were not just alarmist talk.
After all, they had already experienced too many ergency events, their understanding and realization of "crisis" was definitely impeccable!
So...
"It seems we need to actively propose a collective outing request to search for supplies from the base." Lao Lin thoughtfully murmured.
At the sa ti, Dazhuang, who had remained silent the whole ti, also opened his mouth and agreed unusually: "That's right, living people shouldn't die of urine! Going out to get goods is a must, firstly, to ensure we maintain enough crisis awareness. Secondly, when we get goods, we can fill our stomachs! So this proposal must be made!"
Almost without any disagreent, everyone eventually unanimously agreed on the suggestion to "request to go out."
And with the end of this round of discussion, the feeling of boredom once again crept into everyone's heart.
Ti passed slowly, and the vast Yuhuan Stadium gradually ended a day of "bustle" in this sullen heat, the survivors who had "worked hard" all day also mostly returned to their respective tents, cyclically awaiting the arrival of a new day...(The novel "Rotting Land: Survive" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, along with a 100% prize giveaway! Now open WeChat, click the " " in the upper right corner "Add Friends", search for the public account "qdread" and follow, hurry up!)(The novel "Rotting Land: Survive" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, along with a 100% prize giveaway! Now open WeChat, click the " " in the upper right corner "Add Friends", search for the public account "qdread" and follow, hurry up!)
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